Yet We Still Sin

I'm the beginning, God created the American

A country founded on the basis of Christianity and land

Settlers escaping an evil king who pales in comparison 

To the evil world that our current generation brings

Basking in the corruption we have built

Stricken on land, money, power, drugs, lust

And for it men who lack any type of guilt

We claim we love God, I mean this is America, the country God has truly blessed

The country of Christ-devoted men

Where Christianity is a symbol of our gratitude for how far we've been

Yet we still sin

To get a little deeper 

Over 74% of America believes in a God-like creature 

One who raises the sun up with His left hand and down with His right

One who spoke a few words and distinguished the darkness from the light

A majority of America believes that someone aligned each star 

Individually into their set constellation, some near and some far

Yet we still idolize money, houses, and cars

We worship consumerism, placing everything above Him

Yet we say we wanna do right in the end

But yet we still sin

How far have we've come? How far will we go?

Will we get to a point where we begin to tell God no?

"Give me your heart, mind, and soul

And believe in my Son and make Me your goal"

And we'll ll say "Sorry God you see

I just got my head up in the clouds and in weed

Instead of reading your Word, I got side tracked and started reading memes

There's  more important stuff to take care of and your just not one

I still love you but this relationship is done"

And then we'll end up passing away 

After living a life that was lost

our family members mourning us

saying we made up there with Jesus and His cross

When in reality that isn't how it ends

We get scared when we find out Heaven doesn't welcome all men

We wanna say we love Jesus yes He is our friend

But at the end of the day....

 

...We still sin.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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